Journal of 11/29/2019
I just want to punch things through the day. It started on day one, really. Between the rainman walking/pacing and the uncontrollable, guttural…
Read MoreI just want to punch things through the day. It started on day one, really. Between the rainman walking/pacing and the uncontrollable, guttural…
Read MoreIt’s been one calendar month since Gabriel died. I’m no closer to accepting it. Every single day, I want to see his face,…
Read MoreToday (11/27) I talked with Jim about the kinds of people/categories of people I meet now. One type carries their own grief and…
Read MoreI thought about the 26th, or at least, as the day was winding down, I realized that it was another day where I…
Read MoreDali dreams of a bee around a pomegranate, but I dream of Gabriel, my lost son, one second before waking. I sat in…
Read MoreI am going through his desk and school items. A couple of days ago, I found “thank you” notes he had written to…
Read MoreAs I put on his Celtic Ogham stone this morning, I remembered the whole exchange purchasing it. Last summer, Joan and I were…
Read MoreWe had a family meeting last night. Talked about therapy, if it was helpful, what people wanted to do moving forward. I mentioned…
Read MoreI had a visitor to my dreams last night. I’ll say “he” because that was the overall impression I had of a gender…
Read MoreI didn’t cry today. The first time. I was a little choked up talking with Patrick Clement about Gabriel and again when I…
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